Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix... Last Minutes of James Dean.
….Modesto, Ashbury Park. I don-t care too much, power under my hood. Concrete band, getting Wed sometime soon and the Cayote, he-s a mean Ol dog, singing like Elvis, singing mah tune, burning rubber, whad I got to lose, damned Prophets, Scripts, Take-One! Take-TWO!...Just saw Ol Thespian Alec Guinness from England< said DON-T get in that car!
Ring-a, Ring-a Roses, We ALL fall down. Atisho! Atisho! Hollywood-s Clown.
Pass me that Lighter, would Ya! Oh! Let-s open this Baby UP. From here on-ON this Highway... U can see ALL the way to heaven. And BELIVE ME when I say...all the Angels-wings feather-DOWN like bathing in an Arizona Sunlight, shifting gears. CRANK!!! Hear them sing!
Ring-a,ring-a roses. A pocket full of Posies. Atisho! Atisho! We all fall...down.
c.2020.davedelacroix...and left my Ass on the cutting room floor.
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